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-Chapter Seven-

"You sure about that?" Amy asked, unconvinced as she closed her magazine and set it off to the side. Directing all her attention towards me.

"No" I sighed. "It's nothing serious, I'm just a bit...nervous" I hesitantly responded as I looked around.

"Nervous about what?"

"About that fucking mannequin, I don't know who's doing it or who has the time to do such a thing but someone keeps moving it! It's starting to creep me out!" I huffed out as I rubbed at my face.

"You mean the mannequin back there?" she asked.

"Wha-dammit!" I exclaimed as I peered backwards again and caught sight of the mannequin. "I thought they had given up for today" I muttered as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"What if no one's moving it at all?" I flinched when I heard Jacob whisper that in my ear. Jumping away from him I whipped my head to the side to glare at him as he just casually leaned against the counter.

"And exactly what do you mean by that?" I inquired as I raised an eyebrow and leaned closer towards him. Amy hummed as she rested her head against the palm of her hand as she looked at the raven-haired man.

"Well you see, there's this story going around. It might sound crazy, but a lot of other employees seemed to believe in it" Jacob explained. "Now, I won't go into full detail because fuck that, but the story basically revolves around that mannequin and how it's actually alive" he started. "They say it just randomly appeared one day, not even Mrs. Taylor knows where it had come from which is quite surprising seeing how she buys all the necessities for the store."

"Pfft! Do you honestly expect me to believe something as crazy as that? Hell, Justin Bieber is far more frightening than that story" I scoffed.

"Well then, you didn't have to go that far" Jacob muttered as he crossed his arms. "Then how do you explain the fact that Mrs. Taylor doesn't even know where the thing came from?"

"Simple, she just forgot. The thing looks exactly like all the other mannequins, so it makes sense that she'd get confused and forget that she might have purchased an extra one" I explained.

"Though that does sound logical, haven't you noticed that the clothes it normally wears can't be found anywhere else in the store?" Amy piped up. "I've heard the stories as well, Crystal and though they may sound silly everyone in this store can't deny that there's something wrong with that mannequin."

"Not you to" I mumbled.

"Some say it's haunted and some say its possessed, it's actually the reason the store moved to this town" she explained.

"Really now? A single mannequin caused this entire store to migrate all the way over here" I raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

"A few incidents occurred back at the town this store had originally opened up in and these weren't your typical broken bones or destroyed clothing incidents. These were the life-threatening kind of incidents that no one in the store could really explain and they usually would always happen when that mannequin was in the vicinity. People started becoming too afraid to enter the store, claiming it was cursed, this of course brought Mrs. Taylor on the verge of bankruptcy. Employees were quitting left and right while less and less people dared to enter the store that she just ended up packing everything and located the store here. Were no one's heard of the supposedly cursed mannequin" Amy explained.

"The only people who know these are us original employees that have stuck with Mrs. Taylor this whole time" she added.

"If that's true than why didn't you just quit and get a new job after the store had moved? I don't see why someone would move just to keep some dumb job at a clothing store" I said.

"I moved because I had originally planned to move down here, it was just my luck the job was coming along with me" Jacob said.

"I moved because I didn't want to look for another job, this one was a hassle to get and I wasn't going to just let it go. Especially considering how simple it is" Amy answered.

"What about your guys' family?"

"Don't have any, was an orphan" Jacob answered as he shrugged his shoulders.

"My family and I aren't on good terms at the current moment" Amy muttered, flipping her magazine book back open.

"Oh..." I muttered.

-Later-

"Bye, Crystal, see you tomorrow" Amy waved as she and Jacob walked off.

"Bye" I waved back at the two retreating forms before turning my back to them and started to walk in the direction of my home. My eyes were shut as I hummed, feeling relaxed this time as I walked home. Well I was until I was rudely interrupted. A loud yelp ripped through my throat as my arm was roughly grabbed and I was pulled into an alleyway I was passing by. My back soon slammed into the brick wall, pain shooting through the back of my head as it bounced off the wall.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing" my nosed scrunched up to the retched smell of alcohol that came from the breathy air that was blown onto my face.

"Back off, creep" I hissed as I raised my hands and pressed them against the stranger's chest. Looking straight into his blood-shot eyes that were glazed over with lust. I pushed with all of my strength, but it didn't seem to do much. As the man only grabbed my wrist and pinned my hands above my head, his lips sloppily attacking the flesh of my neck. "I said back off!" I snapped in disgust.

"No!" he growled back as he pulled back lightly and breathed heavily against my flesh, causing a shiver to rank up my spin.

"Get off!" I smashed my knee into his crotch as I screamed this.

"Oof!" he cried out in pain as his hands let go of my wrist so he could grab at his manhood. I took this moment to try and run out of the alleyway.

"You little bitch!" he grunted out as he grabbed my ankle before I could get far and yanked me onto the ground. My jaw rattled as it made contact with the rough ground before I was flipped onto my back and the drunk crawled on top of me. "That was a big mistake there, girly" the man growled angrily as he glared down at me. A twisted grin forming on his lips as one of his hands slowly started to inch its way up my shirt while the other one roughly grabbed my throat.

"S-stop!" I sputtered out, clawing at his hand that had a tight grip on my neck while bucking my body around. Strangled screams started to push past my lips followed by harsh coughs that were slowing becoming weaker by the minute. It was pointless, no one was out this time of night. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes as I shut them tightly, wishing for this all to end quickly.

"I believe you should let go of my property" a new voice growled as the pressure of the man on top of me disappeared. I peaked an eye open, watching as the man's face morphed into a look of horror while he desperately tried to find something to cling onto as he was picked up. I didn't think I'd want to meet this savior of mine as I scampered up and ran out of the alleyway. Leaving behind the drunken man's painful screams. Making it to my house, I was quick in unlocking the door and rushing inside only to slam it hard enough to cause a few portraits to rattle on the walls.

My breathing was heavy as I leaned against the wooden surface of the door and slid down, curling my body up into a ball as I buried my face into my knees. A choked sob leaving my lips as the weight of what had just happened came crashing down onto me. "Crystal, honey, are you alright?" I heard mom ask as she came down the stairs. I was met with a gasp and rushing footsteps as my head was pulled close to her chest. "Oh my...what happened?!" she asked as she tightly held me close.

I shook my head as I tightly clutched the front of her night gown, crying until my throat felt raw and my mind was fuzzy enough that I had fallen asleep.

A/N: Enjoy.

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